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Monday: Dammnit! Fucked this one up. Miss Clavicle. Israeli but raised in NYC. a Native! Gorgeous. Probably second best looking girl of the week. Meet at a cozy little craft beer bar called Grape&Grain. She just got laid off from being an Alcohol and Drug Addiction counselor. Has been drinking heavily. I join her. This does not go well. Well…first half of the night is great. I remember a lot of good conversation, and laughing, and a really interesting girl flashing me some beautiful, interested eyes. And a good kisser. A really damn good kisser. Tipsy. I like this girl. Of the matches I’ve met, when it comes to wanting to know more she’s probably the most worthwhile. I think I’m nervous for the first time in a while. We bounce to a second place nearby. The Bourgeois Pig. Chandeliers and leather and velvet and overly decadent decor with goth/steampunk staff. It’s a little over the top. Bartender upsells us on their 75%-off wine bottle specials this hour. Things are hazy. I think I was kind of relentlessly forward. I remember less laughing. Walk to subway, awkward parting. Staggered txt, email and call since then with no reply. Fuck.
Tuesday Afternoon: Granny Panties. Meet for lunch before class at Picholine. Uber Nice. Classy crystal, custom violet leather chairs. Dessert is truly spectacular, I think I spent as much time savoring it as the three courses before. Oh, right, the girl. Boring. God… Columbia Grad student in “Social Injustice.” Horn rimmed glasses librarian look. Usually this would be a turn on for me, but it’s just…too much. She’s attractive but too skinny. Vegetarian. Excessively liberal. Drops words like white privilege incessantly. I find it funny considering where she picked to dine. Finds Korean men attractive, clearly some kind of minor brain damage. Seems constantly unsure of herself when stating opinions because making a decision one way or another is bound to offend some group. We repeat my sex worker rights debate from last week with Miss Anthropist. Only…it’s flat this time. She has no critical thinking skills, just parroting. I can intellectually dominate her. Turn off. I need someone only slightly dumber than me. Check comes. Have to run to class. She’s giving me green light for a kiss. Opt not to take it.
Tuesday Night: Finally meet up with Indian Ann Coulter after mixup from last week. Eating at SushiSamba, her pick, Brazilian/Japanese fusion. I’m there early because she pushed it back an hour. Flirt with the check-in girl to kill time. Ann’s here. She’s shorter than I expected, only 5’1” or so. Check-in girl gives us the only corner booth so we can sit next to each other. Her sushi is meh but she seems to like it. My duck is fucking-outta-this-world. Conversation consists mostly of past dates from OKC. We’re leaning closer and closer to each other in our booths. Go in for the kiss. Things get explosive. She’s aggressive. Really. Fucking. Aggressive. The skill in the way she sucks my tongue makes me really curious about how she handles dick. Couple at the table beside us start to whisper snide comments to each other after about 20 minutes of nonstop makeout. This eggs me on. Thigh grope moving up towards clit. She’s into it. A bit too into it. I go a bit limp. Need resistance! Pop her boob out and start sucking. She’s finally embarrassed. Boner. Check please. Getting very flirty comments from check-in girl as we’re leaving. Guess it was a good show. Wander a bit. Things get hot and heavy on the street but it’s freezing. She’s very tease-y. Wants to be dominated. Says the idea of romance makes her puke, she only believes in the animal kingdom, might makes right philosophy. This is actually a turn off but she’s doing everything else right. Stop in nearest bar looking for a place to fuck. Gay bar. Bathroom already occupied by too many men fucking. In a cab. Undressing, trying to go for pussy. Tights, Underarmor AND underwear? Goddamn! This is Sisyphean! Notice cab is stopping and starting. Driver tells us his engine is acting up, maybe we want to take another cab, he wont charge us for the ride so far. We wonder if that was a polite way of saying “stop fucking in my cab.” The next driver doesn’t mind.
Today: Vice Versa had to cancel tomorrow night because of work. I’m genuinely disappointed. Trying to decide if I should fill the vacancy or use the opportunity for some much needed sleep.
-TNJB
